A/N: Well, here I am thinking that I confused people further, when in actual fact everyone's figured it out! I feel really silly right now. (Some of you may have been just a tad off about it, but it's all good) Good Job though. Anyway, (Please note: For this chapter she is not I the Hospital, but that doesn't mean I'm totally done with the hospital) I wasn't sure how I could clear everything up with the Mental Hospital. I guess I've been putting it off a little bit. Sorry. So, here is the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Castle. This doesn't make me sad though because for some strange reason, I am in a good mood.

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4 days earlier…

Beckett had been out on a case and was now driving back to the Precinct. She had called Castle to come with her to the scene, but he didn't answer. At that moment her phone rang.

"Beckett," she answered with a slightly passive aggressive tone, "Castle I don't have time for this now, I'm driving," she loosened her grip on the phone as she prepared to hang up. Suddenly, she received a response from the person on the other line, so she held the phone in place.

"I'm sorry…I was a little…distracted at the time,"

"Yeah well you're distracting me right now," she countered back at him. Without hanging up the phone, she threw it onto the passenger seat but it slid off and onto the floor. She groaned as she looked at the road before bending over quickly to retrieve her phone.

"Beckett?" Castle's small muffled voice came through the receiving end of the phone.

When she came back to the wheel, she saw something small and furry run across the road. She swerved quickly before she could comprehend what had run across the road. She slammed hard on the breaks but she was too late and she had already hit a streetlight.

"Kate? Talk to me! Kate? Are you alright? What happened?" all that was heard by Castle was sound of her shrieks, the breaks screeching against the road and the car horn as Kate's head slammed against her wheel.

"Kate!" he knew it was pointless calling out to her. He knew what had happened but hoped to God that his assumptions weren't true. He called the NYPD so he could find out where she had gone.

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The ambulance arrived before the NYPD and before Castle. One person that was driving by pulled over and dragged out of her smoking car. They had tried not to do too much in case they made her injuries worse.

When Castle made it to the scene he saw her and lost it. He dropped down to his knees by her side.

"Oh my God, Kate! I'm so sorry," he handle seeing her in the state she was in. The paramedics took her in to the ambulance and Castle had obviously insisted that he go with her. There wasn't enough space for more than one person, so Lanie accepted the role of driving behind the ambulance.

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When they all arrived at the hospital. Castle was sitting in the ED (Emergency Department) waiting room. He had his head cradled in his hands and was sitting quietly.

"Castle," Lanie sat next to him and comforted him with one arm.

"This is my fault," he replied solemnly as he lifted his head from his hands. He rested his elbow on one of his knees and his head on his clenched fist. Lanie spoke to him while he stared at the same spot on the floor.

"None of this is any of your fault. It's no one's fault. She probably got distracted somehow-"

"Yes. I was distracting her," he interrupted her with a stern tone; "I called her even though I knew she would be driving. I needed to tell her something. She was already mad at me and I needed to clarify things to her and I shouldn't have done what I did," he said without taking a breath.

"What are you talking about?" she frowned.

"I messed up. I mean, I don't know if she was-" he began to explain why Beckett was upset but was interrupted by the doctor.

"Anyone who is here with Katherine Beckett," she called out to the waiting lobby. Castle practically jumped out of his skin as he stood to walk to her, "And you are?"

"This is Richard Castle. I'm Lanie Parish. We're her friends," Lanie said.

"Does she have any family at all?" the doctor asked.

"Her father can't be here right now," Lanie replied.

"Okay well, she's in stable condition. She has a minor back injury, but she'll be fine. She hit her head against the steering wheel, so just don't be too over whelmed when you see her. She has a hairline fracture to her wrist, it's nothing serious but when she wakes she will just need to take it easy," the doctor spoke as they walked to her room.

"You're confident she will wake up?" Lanie asked. Her voice was quivering and unsteady but she tried to remain strong.

"It's hard to say Ms Parish. These situations…comas are very unpredictable," the doctor tried to be as gentle as possible.

"So we can see her?" Castle asked quickly.

"Maybe just one of you, for now. That should be ok," the doctor explained and nodded as Lanie gave Castle a knowing look.

"Are you sure?" he replied to her silent gesture.

"You better go or I'm gonna smack you," Lanie sniffed as she spoke. She was trying to lighten the mood. He nodded and gave a small smile. He then followed the doctor and went into the room to see Beckett. When he walked in, he walked in with caution, in preparation for what he was going to see.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

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A/N: As I said earlier, I feel silly. Anyway, please let me know what you think of it so far. I know more people have put this story on alert (thanks by the way) but some of you haven't reviewed just yet. I know my characters are a little OOC, so tell me how I can improve. R&R Thanks Xx